The Last Light of Veyra
The sky above Veyra bled crimson, a slow, viscous drip of color that clung to the horizon like a wound. Lira stood at the edge of the Obsidian Spire, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sun…
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Echoes of the Lost Dynasties
Elka traced the brittle edge of the parchment. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing the gloom of the archive. Each fragment felt less like paper, more like sun-warmed bone. She wasn’t *searching* for anything specific, not…